Shoes, Truly YoursA Poem by Siobahn McKennaYou can stop being in love with someone, but you can never stop loving them.I’ll write your name in the ledge of my book I should hang up our memories, Maybe I’ll hide them deep in the back of my closet That bottle of wine I brought you from France? Then I’ll read Tolstoy and listen to Shakespear quoted, me thinks I’m a connaisseur of things that are no good for me F. Scott Fitzgerald once said I never thought who couldn’t give you their heart I guess shoes wear out though Just like you, I don’t get rid of my shoes that don’t last Habit dictates I’m not likely to throw them away this pair can’t stay. © 2016 Siobahn McKennaReviews
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